For many years, I lived with a silent pain that only a woman who has battled infertility can truly understand. My name is Mary Achieng, and I come from Nairobi, Kenya. Ever since I was a young girl, I always imagined myself as a mother, raising children in a warm, loving home. But life took a turn I never expected. Month after month, year after year, I waited for a miracle that never came. Hospitals became like a second home to me. I went through countless tests, scans, and treatments, yet every doctor told me the same heartbreaking words—“Everything is normal.” But deep in my heart, I knew something was not right.
Anyone who has struggled to conceive knows how the emotional pain slowly eats you from the inside. Society becomes harsh, friends with babies make you feel like time is leaving you behind, and even your own home becomes a place filled with pressure and unspoken disappointment. My marriage was affected the most. My husband loved me, but I could see the sadness in his eyes every time another year passed without a child. At some point, I stopped attending baby showers and naming ceremonies. I avoided pregnant women. I cried silently at night and pretended to be strong during the day. Infertility is a battle that breaks you slowly.…READ FULL STORY.
